I've been returning lunar new year well-wishes with as much enthusiasm as I can muster.
Truth is, I'm all but happy.

This lunar new year has, to me, been void of its meaning, its excitement, and whatever else it used to hold for me.

I am a lifeless walking work mechanism.
And this lunar new year, my lack of productivity deems me incomparable to even that.

I've been.. nothing.

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How is it possible that misery exists in such emptiness?

I've changed.